Chapter 546 Scandal Watching the wary look on Zooey's face, Chloe couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.
She wasn't one for many standards, but she lived by a simple rule-if others didn't bother her, she wouldn't bother others.
If Zooey was foolish enough to provoke her, she couldn't complain if Chloe decided to rip the Landry family's already fragile cover to shreds.
"That massage parlor doesn't just have male therapists, you know. I've heard the female therapists are top-notch too," Chloe said with a hint of mockery. Chloe happened to know about this, quite by chance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen Cathy tried to set her up, Lucy had exposed Cathy's visits to the massage parlor. Chloe had discreetly sent Candy there, and no one had been the wiser.
Originally, Chloe was just trying to investigate Cathy's affair, but she stumbled upon something unexpected-the Landry family's little scandal.
Candy, being the gossip lover she was, took over a hundred photos from all angles. The images were so explicit that even sharing them too widely could land someone in trouble. Chloe hadn't planned on using them; after all, Monica had been no match for her, and there was no need to blackmail Aaron Landry.
Those photos had remained in a file on her phone, untouched for a long time.
Zooey's face shifted from pale to red as she glared at Chloe. "Chloe, don't try to pull the wool over my eyes. I'm not buying it." Chloe couldn't decide whether to call Zooey cautious or just plain naive. "Mrs. Landry, have you ever wondered why? Monica is the only daughter the Landry family treasures so much. Yet after her arrest, Aaron never once reached out to me?" She thought, "Aaron isn't the type to back down easily. Anyone who can make it big in this city isn't a pushover.
Even though I am not part of the Shawn family anymore, Aaron has never sought revenge.
Shouldn't Zooey be able to piece this together?" Zooey sneered, saying, "You're just someone who needs to rely on Michael, aren't you? Without the Shawn family, you'd be finished in our circles. You're nothing but a woman who lives off men-first Michael, now the head of Bright Moon International. "Everywhere you go, you're surrounded by men." "You could always ask him yourself if Aaron is aware of the situation," Chloe said, her gaze dripping with disdain. For speople, the more they had to say, the less they actually had. Chloe was certain Zooey knew better than anyone who was the woman relying on men. Chloe pulled out her phone and opened a long-neglected album.
With a single tap, she shared the contents. She didn't need Zooey's number; with a few keystrokes, she had access to everyone's phones here.
Suddenly, the sound of notification chimes filled the room as everyone's phones buzzed simultaneously. People quickly began checking their screens. Zooey's face turned ashen as she seemed to guess what was coming.
Many had already seen the photos and were now looking at Zooey in shock.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mrs. Landry, aren't you going to take a look at your phone?" Chloe taunted.
Chloe thought to herself, "These are the photos I carefully selected. They are definitely going to make the headlines tomorrow.
It seems like our circle hasn't had any fresh news for a while.
Aaron's scandal should provide sjuicy gossip for everyone to talk about over meals. Maybe it'll even stay on the entertainment news for a few days.
With just a few taps on my phone, Zooey's life is going to be a mess for the rest of the year."
Zooey shot Chloe a glare and pulled out her phone. The photos displayed were not explicit, but they made it n clear what had happened.
In one photo, Aaron was seen cozying up to a young model while in another he was with a different woman. In short, Aaron was pictured with a different woman in every photo.
This kind of behavior was not unusual among their social circle, but the Landry family was different. M Zooey had previously boasted to a group of wealthy wives that her husband was completely obedient to her and would never stray. In her words, he had "settled down". But these photos were a blatant slap in the face.